Cupcakes and Tattoos

Chapter 5

Callie woke up suddenly from a deep sleep. Something had smacked her in the face. She glanced around her room. What the fuck? When did I get home? When she noticed it was an arm, someone else's arm, that had rudely awaken her, she jumped up wide eyed. The sudden movement sent immense pain shooting straight through her head and she immediately laid back down. Please tell me I didn't. She looked down and realized she still had all her clothes on from last night, including her boots. Oh thank god. She shifted onto her elbows and groaned. I'm never drinking again... pffft yeah right. The person lying next to her let out the cutest little whimper. Fantastic. What the fuck did I bring home this time? Callie was no stranger to bringing strange women home, but she usually kicked them out before they fell asleep. She was obviously too drunk to care last night, since she can't even remember how they got here in the first place. Callie followed the arm that was thrown across her pillow down to the mystery person's face. Arizona? Callie couldn't help but smile. I have definitely found worse in my bed.

Arizona was on her back in a deep sleep next to her. Her face was peaceful and her blonde hair was splayed out all over her pillow and framed her face. Callie had thought this woman was beautiful before, but now she was sure Arizona was an angel. Callie immediately noticed that Arizona had somehow lost her shirt, but was still in her bra, jeans, and boots. Thank god. As much as I want to have sex with her, I'd really like to remember it... She looked at the blondes bra covered breasts. Just perfect. Her eyes moved down Arizona's stomach and landed on her waste. Her pants were riding low, so she caught a little glimpse of the dark red lacey underwear that matched the bra Arizona was wearing. Nice! Callie was starting to feel like a creep for ogling the other woman in her sleep. She wasn't sure what the protocol here was. It's not every day you find the biggest crush of your life in your bed in her bra. Should she wake her up? That would definitely get awkward. Should she just get up and wait for Arizona to wake up on her own alone? What if she doesn't know where she is when she wakes up? I don't want her to be scared. Should she take a chance to feel what it was like to hold her breasts in her hand? No, that's assault. Just then Arizona snorted and rolled onto stomach. Callie laughed. She is too damn adorable. "Arizona?" she asked quietly, checking to see if the woman was awake. No answer.

Callie's eyes found Arizona's back. Holy shit! Arizona's entire back was covered in the most stunning tattoos Callie has ever seen and she has seen a lot of great tattoos. Displayed across her back were the most realistic butterflies and flowers. It almost looked 3D. Callie was sure they would fly off her back at any minute. She knew that this was incredibly hard to do and was a little bit jealous of the artist's talent. Callie wasn't even sure she could pull this off. The mix of purples, blues, pinks, and greens on Arizona's creamy white skin really popped. Callie noticed that Arizona's lower back wasn't quite complete. It just had some outlines done and the start of some shading. It was a masterpiece. She should be put on display. If I had Arizona's body and this on my back, I'd be walking around naked all of the time.* Callie couldn't stop herself from lightly running her fingers across Arizona's back, touching each delicate butterfly. Wow... what, who, how?

Arizona woke up to something tickling her back. What the hell? Where am I? What time is it? She had the biggest headache of her life. The last thing she remembered was Cristina challenging her and her crew to a drinking contest. She was not one to ever back down from a challenge. She noticed the very close presence of another body. It felt so good. It has been a very long time since she's been this close to anyone. She peeked one eye open and looked around. Ugh it's so bright! It must be morning already. Arizona could still feel something on her back and realized it was someone's fingers. She saw a mess of dark brown hair and noticed familiar brown eyes curiously examining her back. Callie. She smiled slightly and then frowned. She didn't want anyone seeing her back. At least not yet. Not before she was ready to explain. Where is my shirt? And why am I still wearing shoes?